she jumps at the chance to join a Coven. Until she discovers that
they’re not what they seem. They’re hell-bent on destruction, and
in order to save herself and those she loves, Edra must leave her
home, and the only man she’s ever loved.
Radnar has never been the same since the love of his life disappeared
in the middle of the night seven years ago. Despite his broken heart,
he doesn’t give up hope of finding her again. Only when he does, he
gets more than he bargained for, and his world is turned upside down.
Being brought back together in the midst of magic and danger, Radnar
and Edra rekindle their once in a lifetime love and set about making
the world a safer place. But can they do it alone, or will it require
a much grander plan?
and legend” (RT Book Reviews) in a brand new series – The Kindred.
doesn’t hesitate to follow. Yet, she’s not the only one on the
hunt. And the sexy, infuriating man who crosses her path could prove
to be a distraction—something she’s never encountered before.
down by the murder of his ward and heir without cause or reason, he
has no choice but to turn to vengeance. Until a stunning, dangerous
woman continues to thwart his efforts at every turn. Now, he must
battle not only his need for revenge but his desire for the female,
Grant’s spellbinding Kindred series.
the witch who murdered her family and ripped apart her world is
nearby, Ravyn begins her hunt. In her quest to locate the witch, she
finds her pursuit impeded again and again by a gorgeous and powerful
man. But she won’t be denied and intends to do whatever is
necessary to complete her mission. But the Coven is more dangerous
than ever, and Ravyn may not be enough to thwart their latest
one of the greatest knights of his time. But he holds a big secret.
Everything he’s worked for comes into question when he’s faced with
a threat he hadn’t known existed. He suddenly finds his mission
changed after he’s approached by the most spirited and beautiful
woman he’s ever seen. It’s soon apparent that priceless
antiquities are only the beginning of what they’re fighting for—and
what they stand to lose.
wanted no part in the war of the witches, but it’s out of her hands
now. She has to make a stand – and she does that by helping the
Hunters and their allies against their common enemy. And now, the
witch who ripped Helena’s future apart is coming. Sybbyl’s
vengeance is swift and terrible, pitting the two against each other.
But Helena doesn’t have to fight the Coven alone. A seductive
warlock offers his aid. Helena is hesitant to give her trust to him –
because it’s more than her life on the line. It’s her heart as well.
to being on his own. But with the Coven’s quest to locate the bones
of the First Witch escalating, he finds it increasingly difficult to
retain his solitary existence. When Jarin encounters Helena, he is
helpless to resist her. She’s everything he didn’t know he
wanted, and with her help, he’s convinced that maybe his people can
finally defeat their foe. But there’s so much more at play than
they know―ties in blood and sacrifice―and the loss that’s sure
to follow may be greater than any of them can bear.
The Coven sought out witches, giving them the option to join their ranks or die. Helena had chosen death when the Hunter appeared in the Witch’s Grove and freed her.
Many, many other witches had also preferred death over joining the Coven. But the vast majority joined the Coven because they didn’t want to die.
While Helena wanted to fight the Coven, she knew she couldn’t do it by herself. And no witch would join her, for they mistrusted as deeply as she did, fearing that it was a ploy by the Coven to get them out of hiding.
That left Helena only two options. Continue on her own.
Or find the Hunters.
She dropped her forehead to her knees. Her eyes closed as she let her memories take her back to happier times. Of a time when life had been simpler, a time when she hadn’t feared anything or anyone.
The jingle of a bridle snapped her head up. She blinked, only vaguely realizing that while she had been deep in her memories, she had fallen asleep. She had no idea how long she slept. It was still light out, but the heavy clouds and thick trees made it difficult to tell where the sun was in the sky.
She leaned back against the trunk of the tree and listened for another sound. For endless moments, there was nothing. Just the silence of a winter wood. She was beginning to think she’d imagined the jangle when she heard a horse blow out a breath.
Cautiously, Helena peered around the tree and saw two men setting up camp about a hundred yards from her. She sighed in frustration and turned away. Now, she’d have to hear them talking all night.
She closed her eyes again and tried to sleep, but despite her eyes hurting from lack of rest, she couldn’t. It wasn’t long before the crackle of a fire reached her. Helena was able to ignore the thought of the warmth right until she smelled something cooking.
Her mouth watered, and her stomach grumbled just thinking about food. The last thing she had eaten was a piece of stale bread she’d stolen the night before. The fact that she could solve her problems with magic but didn’t dare for fear of alerting the Coven made it even more difficult to bear.
The hours stretched by as the sun set and darkness fell over the land like a thick blanket. And the snow continued to fall. The men laughed and talked and ate as if they didn’t have a care in the world.
Helena dozed, but every little sound the men made woke her. She was attempting to find a more comfortable position when a woman’s voice reached her. She stilled, trying to hear the conversation.
When she couldn’t stand it any longer, Helena leaned around the tree to take a look. Her blood went cold when she saw the yellow-orange magic moving from the witch’s palm towards the men.
One lay unmoving, but the other was handing over all his possessions while gazing at the witch as if she were an angel come down from Heaven.
There was no way Helena could sit there and allow the witch to get away with such behavior. It didn’t matter if the woman was part of the Coven or not. Just because she had magic did not mean she could use it in such a fashion.
Helena rose and walked around the tree. As she did, she felt the rush of her magic run through her body. Her strides were long, her gaze locked on the witch.
As soon as Helena was close enough, she let the purple coils of her magic fly from one palm. Before they could strike, the witch leaned out of the way. The woman forgot the men as she shifted her attention to Helena.
“Do you have any idea who I am?” the witch demanded.
Helena lowered the hood of her cloak. “Not a whit.”
“I’m part of the Coven. You will bow before me. Now.”
There was a smile on Helena’s face as she said, “Make me.”
The witch peeled back her lips. The yellow-orange magic flew straight at Helena. With a wave of her hand, Helena blocked one blast, but the other slashed her across her upper left arm.
Helena ignored the pain as she lunged over one of the men and sent more coils of power toward the witch. And, once more, they were evaded.
When Helena was struck once again with the magic, she clenched her teeth and focused everything she had on the witch. This time, when her blast went for the woman, it sank into the witch’s skin. She began to thrash and scream as she was burned from the inside out.
The witch turned to ash before she hit the ground. Helena then faced the men to find both of them watching her with fear in their eyes. She grabbed what remained of their meal and stalked off.
Today bestselling author Donna Grant has been praised for her
“totally addictive” and “unique and sensual”
stories. Her latest acclaimed series, Dark Kings, features a
thrilling combination of dragons, Fae, and immortal Highlanders who
are dark, dangerous, and irresistible. She lives with her two
children and an assortment of animals in Texas.
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